Out of sight out of Mind

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    Out of sight out of Mind
    I have a desk upon which I write
    Within it a box kept out of sight
    When my mind is of a certain wend
    I write letters I know I will never send

    Some are for those who are long since dead
    Old friends with whom to much blood has been bled
    For children advice my lips would not impart
    To loves lost who still have a hold on my heart

    I think as a rite of each upcoming spring
    I’ll start a fire and such notes unsent fling
    Back to ash from which they had sprung
    From mind and pen to which they clung

    I have a desk upon which I write
    Within it a box kept out of sight

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    earthly commented on Out of sight out of Mind

    03-14-2010

    I enjoyed reading this-a treasured box of scattered thoughts-ty.....earthly
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    stellar commented on Out of sight out of Mind

    12-10-2009

    LOve your Frost like style and the irony your put in this poem..it creates an impression to the mind...^_^ v
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    MarionYost commented on Out of sight out of Mind

    10-27-2009

    I like this one too, I have a feeling I'll wind up adding you to my list of favorites... Very nice. I should get a box and start a bon fire (LOL) (LOTS OF BAGGAGE) Haha I definitely relate.... GREAT WRITE. All the best -Marion-
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    lilpoeticgirl commented on Out of sight out of Mind

    07-15-2009

    I like the concept of this poem. Writing letters that will never be sent. This poem reads well and and flows well. Very well done!
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    quise commented on Out of sight out of Mind

    06-30-2009

    sorry i ave to say it i was right about your wisdom i love this poem its great makes me want to keep a box and i love the rhyme scheme too great job winter
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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